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pinky - t.f lyrics

[next friday sample * craig, pinky]
n0body sent me
say another m*th*f*ckin’ word and this sh*t is over!

[verse 1: trizz]
yeah
uh
check it out, look
this weed got me slow as a b*tch but i move fast
the first to go and get it then spend it while you last
pull ten thousand out the stash and stuff it in two bags
my credit f*cked up, i ain’t tripping, i use cash
you ain’t had what i had, the sports cars that i done crashed
tequila in the glass with 120 on the dash, yeah
it ain’t sh*t, i’ll buy another one and swerve out
i make a lot of noise, yeah i’m the n*gga you heard about
i from the west side, when you see a n*gga, blurt it out
the realest that done did it independent, n*gga, word of mouth
yeah, i smoke a blunt until it’s burning out
this b*tch is broke as f*ck
i told her this sh*t ain’t working out
i’m with the homies, we plotting around the table
picking each other brain and drinking on black label
we on a mission, tryna start a black label, yeah
all about the money, we ready, willing and able, n*gga, straight up
[next friday sample * pinky]
look here, baby
you hitting them corners too godd*mn fast
you need to slow this m*th*f*cka down, you understand?
i almost spilled my yak on this $200 suit, n*gga

[verse 2: t.f]
uh, hoodied up like king cobras
set up shop and push boulders
shout out all the b*tches that i gave the cold shoulder
hit ’em with the stiff arm
chuck edition rick owens
solid gold medallion
this b*tch cost a big coin
b*tch pulled up with her top dropped, tits showing, uh
clips long as a lint roller, uh
’cause i ain’t sh*t without my homeboys, n*gga, i’m lying (daleon!)
erthangskanless, highest design
n*ggas willing to catch a body for a pound of za’
get you a solid circle, think out of the box
i’m ghetto, still eat at church’s, right out of the box
if she like it then i love it, let’s just get to the money
i had this vision years ago, it’s just the timing was ugly, uh
chrome d’s on the primered up cutlass
it’s all about the money
if you ain’t with it then f*ck it, k!lla!
[next friday sample * pinky, day*day]
you lucky, n*gga
i was just finna get up in your ass
give me back my m*th*f*ckin’ pistol
get the f*ck up out of my store
that’s some bullsh*t!
shut up!
punk ass, tried to rob me
n*gga, i’m pinky!

- t f lyrics

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